Baskadia

The dawn is cold

But as the sun rises,

The heat melts up.

We need the smile for warmth;

It gives us trust,

But the hot sweet noon!

Every creature longs for a quencher;

As they hope for blessings,

But the mud!

At dusk with darkness fall,

All creatures scared;

Fear covering the world.

All creations activated,

Very disgusting and detested;

The open world is for the evil!